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[center][h1][color=Red]Jafar Sholeh - Present Day - Agrabah Oasis[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=red]Watching the handful of sand trickling down between his fingers, Jafar let out a quiet sigh. Nearly nineteen years had gone by since he had lost his beloved wife, and with her the child she carried up until the child in turn took her. They hadn't even received a proper cremation, just thrown into the fires like kindling with nothing to remember them by. It was absolutely disgusting; it still left a bitter taste in his mouth, but he hadn't been able to do anything about it then... not until he left Agrabah for good to change his fate. Before seeking out the Tiger Head Cave, Jafar had found a secluded spot of land, a small oasis where he paid his respects to Sherrezade and the unborn child and spent a few days shaping a hunk of sandstone into a headstone and buried it into the sands, keeping the face open to the elements and shielded by the surrounding palm trees.

"Time is loneliness when you're not around..." Jafar said quietly to himself, letting the last bits of sand slip through his fingers. It was times like this, when Jafar was completely alone with his thoughts, that he pondered on the possibility that somehow, their ashes had been returned back into the earth; the sand in his hands and under his feet. Though not probable, it gave the Sultan hope. 

"But whatever life brings my way I'm always going to know one thing. With you I'll always share my love because we are bound by the sands of time."

With a hand, Jafar swept away and loose grains of sand on the headstone, bringing out the carved name of his wife and next to it the simple word 'Tefel', his people's word for 'baby' as it was never given a name. Bringing down his left knee so that he was now kneeling before the headstone completely, Jafar rested both hands into his lap and tilted his head back, closing his eyes feeling the hot Arabian sun trickling down in between the foliage of the canopy above him.

What would it be like now? He wondered. Would he have had a girl or a boy? For years now he had imagined his wife giving him a daughter, as radiant and beautiful as her mother; a spitting image. And though time and his evening spent with Maleficent had helped to mend the gash left by the loss of Sherrezade, he still ached for the life of the child he never knew. He often dreamed of her, this child that would never be his, always commanding the attention of the room with her kind words of wisdom; suitors lining the streets for her hand in marriage...

"Sire!"

Without even so much as looking, Jafar grasped the cobra-head staff at his side and pointed it in the direction of the voice. The soldier was tossed through the air like a rock, embedding into the sand on his abrupt contact back to Earth.

"I asked for silence! You should not be here!" Jafar roared, pulling himself to his feet to walk over the sand to the guard that had impeded on his mourning. Twisting his staff in hand, the soldier's throat began to close up, causing the soldier to put his hands around his throat (as if that would help) and choke out a few words as he watched Jafar move to stand over him.

"A-pologies... Sir... Th-e Q-ueeeen..."

His grip on the staff loosened, allowing the man free range of his lungs again. Gasping out for breath, the soldier sat up and rubbed his throat.

"I'm afraid... she's being... quite persistent..." The soldier finished, coughing up a small amount of sand in the process.

"The Queen calls for me?" Jafar asked, narrowing his eyes on the soldier a bit.

"Yes my Sultan, she wishes for you to-"

The soldier watched as a plume of crimson smoke came over the sorcerer then and with the gentle breeze that managed to filter in through the trees and blowing away the cloud, Jafar was gone.[/color]